Friday, February 27, 2015

And once, when the mighty Gorkin came rolling down the plane and all the albatross mothers of invention took to the hills, things settled down.  And why not?  De camptown lady sing dis song.  Da do.  Da do.  Holy smokes.  Dat's all folks.  Da doo doo run.  A yabadabadooda day.

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